The Death of Love

On one side of a spinning coin

There lies a quest we’ve lost,
Yet hope to find the love that’s gone
At reckless human cost.

While in a world of love and hate

That frequently confuse,
We run towards love’s closing gate
Forgetting how to choose.

You find by night the places that

You’ll never find by day;
Yet still refuse to speak the facts
That no one wants to say.

We were the ones the heartless kissed.

Emotions with us toyed.
We speak the words the Bible missed –
‘Thou Cupid art destroyed’.

Negativity

You can’t last forever

Nor live without death,
While loving in silence
As time holds its breath.

Though you capture a moment

That shouldn’t have been,
You can’t close your eyes
To things you’ve not seen.

When you whisper in darkness

For dreams to come true,
To fight back with silence
Is all you can do.
 

And life in its wonders

Keeps feeding you lies.
What you thought was love
Is just hate in disguise.

The Suits

By dawn and dusk they infiltrate

The ways of British Rail
So no one can facilitate
The service to avail.

Beneath the boredom of their task

They neither smile nor frown,
Nor let the dreams of childhood past
Exist on different ground.

And every little boy at school

Dreams every dream he can,
Yet swaps his smiles of youth and fool
For the monotony of man.